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So here we are. New site and Lore. Lets see what this hold.
Also here is the full Lore Wipe poem:

Meditate for an hour and a second
keep your mind here and refrain from flexion.
Contemplate the Lore Wipe and what you may see.
Let your mind open and your soul will be free
and as the ticking takes you further below
into the Lore Wipe you go.

As you steady in this state
explore and venture but do not wait
for any company you decided to stem.
Go on without, in here you can’t see them.
And as the ticking takes you further below
into the Lore Wipe you go.

Take the candle you lit before
and venture out of the nearest door
your sanctuary has gone and your home disappeared.
Welcome to the Lore Wipe and all that you’ve feared.
And as the ticking takes you further below
into the Lore Wipe you go.

Normality now is to see blinking lights,
near and around you in the curling site
of smoke and fog you were sure
definitely was not here before
and as the ticking takes you further below
Into the Lore Wipe you go.

Your eyes and ears play tricks
that the salt overflow with the pains of miss clicks.
The lights continue to glow
as the smoke leads you to the an beckoning door.
And as the ticking takes you further below
deeper into the Lore Wipe you go.

A warning to all survivors beware,
the wandering eyes bid a darken glare
to alert that you’re here to their visible peers.
Behind the door, their warnings are heard
and as the ticking takes you further below
deeper into the Lore Wipe you go.

If you grow scared your journey must stop
the Lore Wipe comes alive to bargain a swap
of their empty blackness for your beating heart
go in through the door for the end to start
and as the ticking takes you further below
Deeper into the Lore Wipe you go.

On the other side of the broken gate
the flames of artillery not much further away,
hideous beings and smells abound
their faces distorted and bodies torn apart
and as the ticking takes you further below
deeper into the Lore Wipe you go.

They stare out at you from forgotten eyes
their mouths moving quietly and uttering blame
as hate for you and all that you’ve done
you’ll feel to end, your mind wanting to run.
I counted many the time I went.
In a tall window their faces bent
and curved around like a painted frown
like one could find on a clown.
These are the faces of the people you’ve lost.
The ones you envisioned and the ones that cost
you heartache and longing for months on end
your thoughts of goodbye up to mercy you’d send.
But no, here they are clawing at the window
down in the Lore Wipe, life becomes bitter
than anything that could’ve sparked the idea
to share a midnight somewhere but here.

In front of the window you lose your mind
crouched in the dark the gate behind
you’ll hear it slam shut regardless of luck.

Inside the Lore Wipe you’re stuck.

I do not take credit for this work. I got inspiration from another poem.